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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.