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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.