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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.