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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.