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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.