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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.