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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.