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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.