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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.