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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.