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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Index,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.