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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Whodini,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.