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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Index,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.