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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.