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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
X-102,
The Residents,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.