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 France and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.