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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.