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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
The Names,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.