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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.