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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.