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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Count Five 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Brick,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.