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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.