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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Skriet,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.