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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.