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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.