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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Roxette,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.