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 Uzbekistan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
UT,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.