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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.