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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.