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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.