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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.