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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.