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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Names,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.