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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.