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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
MC5,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.