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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.