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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.