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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Swans,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.