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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.