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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.