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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.