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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Wire to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Hoover,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.