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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.