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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.