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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.