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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.