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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
X-101,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.