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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Index,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.