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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.