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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Wings,
Motorama,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.