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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.