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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.