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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.