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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Television,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
The Associates,
Cluster,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.