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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Technova,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.