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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Television,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.