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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.