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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.