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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.