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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.