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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.