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 Morocco 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.