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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.