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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.