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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Can,
Motorama,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.