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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.