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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.