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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.