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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Brick,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.