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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.