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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erasure 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.