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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.