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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.