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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.