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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.