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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.