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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.