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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.