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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.