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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.