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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.