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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.