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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.