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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.