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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.