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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Mars,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.