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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.