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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.