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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.