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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.