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 China and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.