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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.