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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Wire,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.