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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.