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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.