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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
EPMD,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.