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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
AZ,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.