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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.