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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Faust,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.