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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.