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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Crime,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.