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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.