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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.