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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.