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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.