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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.