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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.