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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Can,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.