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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
ABBA,
the Association,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.