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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.