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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
PIL,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.