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 China and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.