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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Gong,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.