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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.