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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.