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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.