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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.