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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.