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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Aswad,
Brick,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.