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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.