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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Rakim,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.