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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Germs to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.