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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.