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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.