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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.