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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Echospace 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Deakin 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 grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.