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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Magma,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.