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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.