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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.