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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
UT,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.