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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.