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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.