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 Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 the Swans to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
EPMD,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.