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 Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.