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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.