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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Pole,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.