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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.