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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.