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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.