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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.