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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.