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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.