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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.