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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.