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 Russia and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.