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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.