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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.