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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Can,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.