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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.