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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.