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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.