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 Russia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.