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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.