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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Associates,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.