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 France and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
10cc,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.