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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.