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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.