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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Saints to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.