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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.