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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.