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 China and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.