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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.