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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.