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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.