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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.