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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.