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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.