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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.