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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.