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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.