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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
The Sound,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.