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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.