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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.