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 Nepal 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.