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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.