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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Smog,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.