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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Sparks,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.