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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.