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 Malta and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
the Association,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.