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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.