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 Albania 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.