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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.