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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.