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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Television,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.