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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.