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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.