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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.