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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.