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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.