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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.