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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.