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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.