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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.