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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 FM Einheit 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Technova,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.