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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buckinghams to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.