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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.