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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
John Holt,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.