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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.