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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.