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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.