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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.