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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.