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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.