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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.