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 Albania 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.