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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.