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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.