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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.