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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Index,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.