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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.