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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Whodini,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.