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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.