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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Index,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.