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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.