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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Gong,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Flipper,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.