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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.