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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.