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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
New Order,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.