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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.