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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Rakim,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.