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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.