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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.