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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.