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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.