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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.