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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.