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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.