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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.