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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.