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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.