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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.