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 Italy 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.