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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.