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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.