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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Nas,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.