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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Wire,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.