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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.