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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.