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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Technova,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.