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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
New Order,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.