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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.