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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.