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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 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 Motions to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.