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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Crime,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.