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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.