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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.