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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.