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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.