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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.