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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.