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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.