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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jandek to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.