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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
MC5,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.