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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.