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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
the Association,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.