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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.