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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.