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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.