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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.