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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.