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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
CMW,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.