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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.