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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.