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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.