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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.