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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.