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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Suburban Knight 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.