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 Congo and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.