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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.