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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.