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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
X-102,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.