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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.