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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Ossler,
DNA,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.