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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.