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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Sparks,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.