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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Gun Club to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Josef K,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.