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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.