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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.