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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Can,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.