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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.