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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.