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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.