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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
John Cale,
New Order,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.