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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.