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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.