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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.