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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.