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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.