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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.