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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.