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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.