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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.