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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.