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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.