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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.