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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.