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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.