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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.