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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Faraquet,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.