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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.