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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.