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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.