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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.