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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.