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 United States 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Organ,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.