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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.