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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Index,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.