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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
the Normal,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.