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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.