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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.