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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.