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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.