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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.