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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.