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 Nauru 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.