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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.