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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.