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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.