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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.