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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.