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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.