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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Cameo,
MDC,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.