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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.