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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Sparks,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.