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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.