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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.