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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.