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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.