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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.