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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.