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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.