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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.