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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.