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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Names,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.