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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Can,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.