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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.