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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.