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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.