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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.