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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
World's Most,
The Doors,
10cc,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
June Days,
X-102,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.