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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.