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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.