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 Chile and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Wings,
Pole,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.