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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.