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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.