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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.