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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
UT,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
The Names,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.