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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.