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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.