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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Organ,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.