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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.