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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.