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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.