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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.