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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.