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 Mali and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.