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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Jandek,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.