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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.