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 Brunei and from New York.
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 Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.