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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s 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 The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Magma,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.