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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.