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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.