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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Television,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.