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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.