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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.