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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.