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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.