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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.