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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.