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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.