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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.