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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Faust,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.