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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.