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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.