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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.