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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.