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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
ABC,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.