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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.