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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.