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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.