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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.