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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.