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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.