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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.