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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.