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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.