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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Smog,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.