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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.