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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.