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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.