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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Organ,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.