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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
June Days,
PIL,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.