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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 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 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Technova,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Can,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.