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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.