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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 The Fall to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.