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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.