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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.