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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.