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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.