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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.