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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.