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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.