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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.