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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.