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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Ronan,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.