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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
the Association,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.