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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.