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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.