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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.