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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.