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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.