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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.