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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.