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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Pole,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.