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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Visage,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.