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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.