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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Fugazi 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.