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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
MDC,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.