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 Colombia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.