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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.