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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Yaz to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.