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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.