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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.