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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.