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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.