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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.