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 Portugal and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.