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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.