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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.