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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Visage,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Swans,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.