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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.