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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.