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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.