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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
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Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.