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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 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 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.