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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.