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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.