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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Index,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.