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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.