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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.