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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.