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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.