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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
The Move,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.