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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.