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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.