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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.