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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Brick,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.