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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Sandy B 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.