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 Singapore 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks 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 Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.