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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thompson Twins 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.