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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.