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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Slave,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
UT,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
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Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.