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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.