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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.