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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.