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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.