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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Pagans,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.