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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.