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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 John Foxx 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.