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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.