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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Japan,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.