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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.