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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.