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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Crime to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.