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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Visage,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.