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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
UT,
The Cure,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.