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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.