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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.