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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.