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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Malaria!,
PIL,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.