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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Ten City to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.