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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.