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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.