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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.