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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.