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 East Timor 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.