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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.