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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.