Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.