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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.