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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.