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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.