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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Fear,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
JFA,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.