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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.