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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.