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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Blues Magoos 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.