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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.