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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Severed Heads 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Franke,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Faust,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.