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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Unwound,
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.