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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Newcleus 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.