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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.