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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Scion,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.