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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.