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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.