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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.