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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.