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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.