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 Dominican Republic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.