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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.