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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.