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 China and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.