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 Liechtenstein 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Nas,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.