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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.