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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.