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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pole,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.