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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.