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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.