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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.