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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
10cc,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.