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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.