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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.