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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.